Lysander still brooded in one of his only two sanctuaries, and atleast in the library Edith wouldn't try to disturb him like if he was in his bedroom. Every night, he found himself unable to sleep and would have to drink until he passed out. And, of course, he had not been in the mood to eat. This all couldn't just be over the red head who now lived in the house - could it? That was what disturbed him so much. He had never allowed a woman to get to him like this and until he figured out how to get over it, he wasn't leaving.
After his heart to heart with Eward, he had decided it would be best to talk to Amandine about what was going on. However, thinking and doing were two very different things and it was just easier to drink himself stupid every day than to put her and hisself through that awkward situation. And just as he suspected, she had stayed away... until now.
Lysander was leaning up against the fireplace, staring into the flames as he usually did when depressed or severely thinking. He had heard the door creak open but thought nothing of it. But then he heard her voice. Did she actually sound - perky? Lysander peeked over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of her and he nearly groaned out loud. That was enough acknowledgement that she was there, he thought, and he turned back to his drink, downing more than he was trying to allow himself to drink.